What game is this, that we all play
What gets us through each long work day
We watch the clock, We count the hours
and hope we'll find time to enjoy the flowers
Before they fade, and pass away
They seem to last just a few short days
The garden grows, and goes to seed
And we watch our youngest son growin' like a weed
Those baby years, they pass so fast
The school years seem to drag by but soon they've passed
Can't believe how he has grown
like his older brother, soon be on his own
What game is this, that we all play
What keeps us going, every day
When conflict strikes, and troubles brew
It's hard to know just what to do
But the love of family, and good friends
Is all it really takes, to make amends
And the love of family, and good friends
Will see us through, right to the end
